I flung my soul into the wind,
As fast and fast as it could spin;
I let it go so it could fly
Into the clouds, up to the sky,
With turtle doves and gaggling geese,
And wedge of ducks, all signing peace,
But when I finally called it back,
Instead of thank you, it went quack!
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Reowr 
But did it echo?
Quack (quack) (quack) (quack)
It does echo?! I’ve been lied to all my life.
It’s all part of grand conspiracy to keep your head behind that apple.
I’ve got a growing suspicion that my apple might not be necessary either. I was told to keep it there otherwise ‘Enri Magritte would come and eat me.
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
CREATIVITY “QUACKED” OPEN.
Marvelous I like it next time I see some geese flying overhead I wont look at them the same..
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Cute!
Glad you liked it. š